This is my cat allergies expressed through an art piece.
This is my cat allergies expressed through an art piece.
Neji Hyuga…my favorite character on Naruto since I started! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!
YOU BULLSHIT US FOR MONTHS, MAN! MONTHS FULL OF CHAPTERS THAT ARE WASTE OF TIME FOR EVERYONE, AND THEN YOU SPRING THIS SHIT ON US!!!!! YOU ASS!!!!!
I died on the inside…
Since I will be in class all tomorrow, I won’t be able to celebrate this man’s birthday the way I want to, so I will reblog all the John Lennon photos I see tonight just to make up for lost times. Happy Birthday, John! A great inspiration for us all!
I’ve had a cold for the past three days, and I’ve been basically living off cough drops and mucinex ever since. I needed some tea on the way to class, I went to Caribou Coffee to get some Earl Grey. Now, I walked for a good fifteen minutes before I got to my table in the school lobby, just to make sure my tea would cool off. I take my first sip, and I literally burn the sweet section of my tastebuds. Seriously, why do restaurants boil there water to the temperature of hell before giving it to you? Through an ice cub in there or something! I’m trying to feel better, and you give me a whole different problem!
Then I reach my hand under the table to pull myself clsoer to the table, and someone must’ve sneezed in their hand and rubbed it on the bottom of the table, which is digusting!
So, I remained calm, but in my mind I’m all like….
And hand to go wash my hands because someone couldn’t just blow their fuckin’ nose. Then I log on facebook, and already pretty on edge, then these people just push me over the edge!
I hate when I make a status update instead of commenting on it, they instant message me a response. Here I am, thinking there’s something important that must be said. Seriously, don’t use my chat unless there’s something important you have to say, not something that can easily be said in a comment.
And another thing, if it is important, please I.M. me! If I make a status update about listening to The Smiths, don’t fuckin’ ask me if I know what the homework was in the comment section!. Atleast comment on my music taste, damnit! That’s the shit you message people with!
Look, I know there are bigger problems in the world, but seriously, shit keeps happening, I’m gonna go finish my tea, and read my homework.
I need you right now, my life is in ruins! No more ponds! No more ponds!!!!
So…three seasons, 5 specials, and a bunch of joygasms later, here I am, as I say goodbye to one of my favorite characters of all time, The Tenth Doctor. Yes, I know, he’s still the Doctor and he will still be doing Doctor-ly things, but still, it feels like he died. That was how he described it in the first place. A lot like dying.
Before this, I use to hate fandoms like these! From the outside looking in, I use to think Whovians were as pesky as Twilight fans. Everyone so excited, everyone so emotional, yet they couldn’t tell me exactly why it was so good. Now I understand, and it took me this long to see why!
The Tenth Doctor had so much charm and energy, and he wasn’t so dark and mysterious as the 9th. he was alien, but not like the 9th. The 9th was like a time-bomb, because you were never sure how he would react. One second, he was scary and a little edgy, then he smiled and you just felt kinda lost, which I kinda liked because it kept you on the edge of your seat.
However, the 10th felt right! t’s like you knew him, even though his mind was far more developed then any human. He felt so heroic, dynamic, and engaging! He felt like a superhero! Even when the plot made you feel helpless, I got so excited whenever The Doctor would snap out of it and go into “hero-mode” and save the day! It was the Sonic Screwdriver, the trenchcoat, the blue (or brown) suit, The funky hair and that face, standing outside the Tardis! It was like looking at Batman on a ledge overlooking his city, or Iron Man landing in the middle of a war zone, or Thor raising his hammer to the sky and lighting hitting it. There was something in me that just got so excited every time I saw him step out of that Tardis. Sometimes, I would forget the companion because he was so charismatic. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
It hurts so much to see him go. It’s heartbreaking. David Tennant is one of the finest actors I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna miss all the companions. I couldn’t stop smiling after the 4th season finale. It’s a shame I didn’t discover this show sooner. I’ve loved every minute of it.
Now, I move onto the 11th Doctor, which I am very excited about. There’s nothing wrong with change, but my heart is kinda broken. Let’s see what the future has in store!
You know, people love to say “They don’t care what people have to say about me” and ” I am who I am”, but never realize they are contradicting what they are saying by simply making that statement. Ofcourse you care what people have to say. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have to say those things. Obviously, by saying that, you want people to say ” oh, he/she doesn’t care about what I say about them, so I shouldn’t fuck with them” or “they are real people, and don’t hold back”. Well, I for one think that’s bullshit.
Sometimes it’s good what to hear what others say about you, because it opens the door for you to do some self-reflection. Don’t take offense to someone calling you ignorant, a bitch, a whore, or an asshole. Sometimes, you have to stop, think to yourself ” What the hell did I do to make this person call me such a name?” and actually think about what’s being said. Usually, 6/10 times, the person is simply calling you that to get under your skin, but sometimes you can very well be acting like a bitch, or an asshole, or a dick.
I for one like the person that I am, simply because the people that know me usually only have nice things to say about me. The negative remarks are usually simple matters that can easily be ignored, unless my flaws are so crippling that you can’t stand to be around me ( Which is okay too, because sometimes people simply just don’t click), but I am hardly ever called an asshole, a dick, a bigot, a jerk, a bitch, or any other label that might cause offense. I try to be a civil as I possibly can, simply because the fact that I am not any of those labels, and I do my best to stray away from them.
Whenever I’m given a put-down, naturally I deny it, but I also take the putdown into consideration. I look within myself, look for the truth within the comment, and then see if it’s even worth changing about myself, and if it isn’t I cast it out my mind. And I don’t measure it’s worth by how good I feel about myself, but by if I would want to be treated in the manner that I am treating others. I don’t like assholes, I don’t like people who act like their lives are more important then others, I don’t like people who judge others, and I don’t like hypocrites. So, I stray from being what I hate. And when someone calls me a name, I break it down mentally, and judge if they are correct or not. And if they are, I change it about myself, because I know I wouldn’t like it if I was on the other side. It is true, sometimes people only attack you because they are upset, or they hate themselves, or they are just mean, but that gives you all the more reason to take the power away from them by making their insults blasphemies.
No one’s perfect, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try and better ourselves. Sometimes, we have to take the sting out of a comment, and see why anyone would arrive at such a conclusion, put yourself in their position and see if you like the person you are being. And if you don’t, do what you must to make yourself like the person you are. Because when I die, I don’t want to be remembered as an asshole. I want to remembered as the warm-hearted, laidback, wise-cracking guy everyone says I am. I don’t want to leave any bad impressions on the world.
Just a thought…
Sometimes remembering her is like remembering a dead person. You are just going throughout your day, and suddenly there’s that memory that you loved so much. You smile, maybe even let out a laugh that only you can here, and you think to yourself about how much you miss those times, but then you realize they are gone and there’s nothing you can do about it. The only difference is I can do something about it. I can make contact, but I won’t. Because she should be dead to me, because I’m dead to her. So, I just let the memories fade.
Sometimes, I wish I could show her that I’m fine without her. But that’s impossible, because I wasn’t fine with her. I’m never quite alright. I’m always just here. I’m never going anywhere internally. I’m always at war. It’s me against me, and only one is making it out alive.
Cudi is about to grace us with some greatness. A Collab between Cudi and Kendrick Lamar?
Thank you Cudi!
So, being the busy man that I am, I often fail to live up to my “Sci-Fi/ Fantasy Geek” title. I’ve only recently got into Game of Thrones and now after so much peer-pressure coming from a lot of dear friends of mine, I decided to pick up one more series for me to enjoy…Doctor Who.
You see, before actually watching the series, I knew of it, but never took the time to watch it. I knew who David Tennant and Matt Smith were, one being from Harry Potter and the latter just being the current Doctor, and I knew the beautiful creations that came from it such as a sonic screwdriver, the TARDIS, and a Dalek, but I had no idea how these things co-existed in one universe. I had plenty of friends who discussed these things in my presence, so I had an obvious attraction to it. I wanted to see what all the hub-bub was about….and here I am, declaring my official love for Doctor Who.
After watching the first season with the mysterious, humorous and edgy Doctor that was Christopher Eccleston, I cannot wait to see what the ” Greatest Doctor of All Time” has in store for me. Maybe after catching up to Matt Smith, I’ll go back and watch the originals. Who knows? I sure don’t, but I can’t wait to take this journey! Into the TARDIS I go!
To my followers, I have never got around to actually thanking you for following me! I was bumping around and saw how happy people were to have at least 25 followers, and here I am with 127 followers.
Thanks you guys! You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside…either that or indigestion…but, anywho thanks!
So all summer, due to lack of job or lack of anything truly productive to do with my life, I have been staying up to the wee hours of the morning, and sleeping well into the afternoon. This does not sit in good with my mother. So, today, I managed to wake up at 11:30!
Proud of myself, I took a victory lap around my room, before my dad came down stairs to tell me he was leaving. And I was alike “Alright, dad!”
Woke up at 2:30, and I hear my mom coming down the stairs…
I really need to get it together…like seriously.
FIRST THINGS FIRST (SKIP IF YOU HATE MUSHY SHIT)
So, back when I was in 6th or 7th Grade, I wrote a very successful (Sarcasm) fanfic of Spider-Man, trying to retell the story of Spider-Man. This around the time I first got the Ultimate Spider-Man comic series, and having watched the movies, I was so obsessed with Spider-Man’s mythos I decided to rewrite them myself. This was a time in my life where I was completely captivated by Spider-Man. I resonate with the character so much. I always felt like an outcast, and a loser and I felt like when Peter got his powers, I got them too. No matter how much I am fan of Batman, no comic book character has ever touched my heart the way Spider-Man did. So, This is why I was so disappointed by Sam Raimi’s portrayal of the mythos (besides Spider-Man 2. That shit was flawless). I always felt like I was watching actors portray characters. I wasn’t invested in the story. I didn’t believe it. Even as a 6th grader, I knew when I was watching a bad movie. So ever since Spider-Man 3, I have been waiting for someone to come along and retell this story the way it should be. I started writing my own script, but never finished, and after watching this movie, I won’t have to…
NOW, I TELL YOU ABOUT AMAZING SPIDER-MAN!
This is how I always wanted the story of Spider-Man to be portrayed. Raimi always seemed to focus too much on Peter’s relationships, and it felt like the scenes of Spider-Man were just pieces to move the story along. Peter was just a pathetic loser who couldn’t catch a break, which isn’t what Peter is. He is a loser, but he wasn’t going to show you he was vulnerable.This is why I praise what Andrew Garfield did with the character, and the screenwriter for portraying the character the way they did. As bad as life was, he still bounced back with wit, and smiling through all the pain. It made it more critical when Peter did actually snap and he was actually broken. Andrew Garfield IS Peter Parker. He IS Spider-Man. He sold the entire movie, because I cared about his character more then anything.
Another thing I loved about the movie was the love story between Peter and Gwen. If any of the great superhero movies of the past have taught us anything is that Superhero movies aren’t romance stories. It shouldn’t be the focus. It should be a factor in what makes the character who he is, and I believe that’s what made the love story this time around as good as it was. In fact, I don’t even remember even hearing the words ” I love you” in their relationship at all. There relationship truly felt genuine, and it didn’t take the entire movie to get through it. Plus, Emma Stone is so damn adorable I almost slapped the head of the bald guy sitting in front of me because he kept covering up her beautiful face. The actor’s chemistry sold that relationship.
Furthermore, this was a SPIDER-MAN movie. Not a PETER PARKER movie. Spider-Man was all over this movie, cracking jokes, shooting webs, web-slinging, and fighting crime like never before. The movie truly felt focused on Spider-Man’s development too. It didn’t feel like two separate entities. They were unified and I just loved every minute of that. The school scene was just beautiful. That was possibly Stan Lee’s greatest cameo in any of the marvel movies.
The movie just felt right for me. It delivered on every level.
NOW I RANT
I feel bad that this movie is going to be constantly compared to the original movies. It was hard to compare Batman Begins to Tim Burton’s Batman because they were completely different, but Spider-Man isn’t Batman. Spider-Man can’t do a complete 100% revamp like Batman, but what they did with what they had was brilliant. But it feels familiar because in the end, it is the same. It is a reboot, is it not? You know how it ends, you know the story, so stop being disappointed that the story isn’t that much different. To be honest, I don’t see the resemblance at all. We have better actors, more interesting characters, completely different character developments, better action sequences, and even the tone feels different from Raimi’s. In fact, I felt Mark Webb’s influence all over it. It was more quirky and edgy as the original. But people will say what they want. I enjoyed every minute of it.
Norman Osborn…enough said.
This is my emotional state, like, all the time!